One Of The Greatest Pleasures I Get

I Believe "human Sexuality" Is One Of The Most Ridiculous Aspects Of Being A Human, And Here I Was, Facing Publications Whose Prevailing Editorial Slant Sought To Portray Our Basic Rutting Instincts As Something "ennobling" And "empowering," To Depict Women Who Were Fundamentally Whores And Predominantly Unstable As "sex Workers" And "goddesses."

I've Never Had A Meth Habit, I Don't Walk Around Naked, And Unless I'm Actively Provoked, I'm Generally Polite And Well-spoken.

It Amazes Me That Some People Who Ordinarily Can Recognize Autocratic Bullying, Tacky Sloganeering, And - Especially - Camp Value Are Unable To Spot It In This Hate Scare That Grips The Western World.

I'm Still An Obsessive Personality, And I Still Think I'm Right, And I Still Believe My Literary Balls Hang Far Lower Than Nearly Anyone Else's Alive.

There Were People Whom I Considered Friends Or Loved Ones Who Either Abandoned Me Or Betrayed Me In Ways I'd Never Have Suspected. But There Were Others Who Had Been Barely Acquaintances Of Mine Whose Loyalty And Efforts On My Behalf Made Me Realize That Not Everyone Was As Inherently Rotten As I'd Previously Believed. So It Caused A Violent Split In My View Of Humanity - People Turned Out To Be Far Worse And Far Better Than I'd Ever Dreamed Possible.